Rita

He hides secrets behind his locked door Blaming everyone but himself Reality is blurring Illusions are controlling Paranoia, insecurity, and anger Are the voices in his head Sleeping behind locked doors So we can't see What he does secretly Exaggerated pain One, two...five Pills can take that away Burn them, crush them It doesn't matter their form Arguing His excuse for leaving Peaceful hours pass It is fleeting Unreliable His new name Angry landlords Here comes another moving day Why have we been dragged so far down? Love? Does he understand that word? Divorce Giving up or breaking free? Breaking...free